Quotes About Suggestion

If our esteemed colleague, Zungenschlag, does not find our room ventilated sufficiently, I should like to suggest that our esteemed colleague, Zungenschlag, have a ventilator set into his forehead.

Then his proud bearing, his manners, his elegance, his good looks — and who could be altogether insensitive to them? — powerfully suggested to me that here at last I had found someone who came up to my ideal of a friend.

The Sphinx extended a hand. Seth shook it. "One last thing, Seth. Are you aware that Midsummer Eve is scarcely a week away?" "Yeah." "Might I make a suggestion?" "Okay." "Don't open any windows.

What should we call the other statue?" Tanu asked. "Nancy," Seth said quickly.

Night does not show things, it suggests them. It disturbes and surprises us with its strangeness. It liberates forces within us which are dominated by our reason during the daytime.

It is best to avoid analogy except for purposes of suggestion, or as a rhetorical device for explaining an idea already arrived at by other means.

The" thing was the thing that implied the greatest number of other things of the sort he had had to tackle; and it was queer of course, but so it was—the implication here was complete. Not

A narrow grave-yard in the heart of a bustling, indifferent city, seen from the windows of a gloomy-looking inn, is at no time an object of enlivening suggestion; and the spectacle is not at its best when the mouldy tombstones and funereal umbrage have received the ineffectual refreshment of a dull, moist snow-fall.

I am constantly asked can anyone be hypnotized, and does it really work? Yes, and it does.

I have always believed that if you need to take your clothes off to get your man, you've begun to lose the battle. If you pull it off right, you can do it in a very classy way... Being sexy is about suggestion; it's about the tease. It's not about being obvious and forcing yourself out in the open. That takes all the fun out of being a woman.

In my pictures, you never know, that's the mystery. It's just a suggestion and you leave it to the audience to put what they want on it. It's fashion in disguise.

The faintest waft is sometimes enough to induce feelings of hunger or anticipation, or to transport you back through time and space to a long-forgotten moment in your childhood. It can overwhelm you in an instant or simply tease you, creeping into your consciousness slowly and evaporating almost the moment it is detected.

Of course, you'd warm up faster if you took your clothes off.

I suggested that my patron goddess should take sensual pleasure, though I didn't put it quite in those terms.

I often think that a slightly exposed shoulder emerging from a long satin nightgown packs more sex than two naked bodies in bed.

There are no insect eggs in my food." Mrs. White reiterated. You should use that in your advertising," Nate suggested.

Listen," I say, my voice trembling with emotion, "have whatever you want but I'm telling you I recommend the Diet Pepsi.

By embracing the nearly ludicrous suggestion that a gloppy grey knot of neurons has consciousness, you've already taken the big step.

Lord Abbot, before I serve you the first portion to taste, can I suggest jugged hare for our next banquet?

There is something disturbing about this corner of America, a sinister suggestion of transience. There is a quality, hostile to men in the very earth and air here.

Hide the ideas," he wrote, "but so that people find them. The most important will be the most hidden."2 To accomplish this required great focus and economy of means on the part of the director, a rigorous and austere quest for purity of expression. "Everything should not be shown, or there is no art; art lies in suggestion. . . . Mystery should be preserved; since we live in mystery, mystery should be on the screen."3 He proposes several ways to achieve this end.

I don't want a headline saying 'Kennedy suggests this or implies that.'

So, hey, you wanna meet me out in the shed later?" Finn asked, popping a pretzel into his mouth. "Oh, sure," Megan replied, flushing slightly. "What're you two doing in the shed together?" Evan asked, raising his eyebrows. Megan's flush deepened.

decade ago, the editorial writers at a large Canadian newspaper were amused when the germ-conscious editor-in-chief urged them to write an editorial against shaking hands. (He suggested crossing your arms and nodding instead.) The editorial never appeared. It's doubtful that the editor's suggestion would strike them as outlandish or exaggerated today.